Lyrics:
talkin bout yo mf team
You a bengal tiger, dyin breed, no polo g
Die a legend on my family tree, leave the legacy
They name it after me like juicy j
saying that she all mine game so I play along juicy ass turn boy short to a thong fucking to one of my song so wet all night off white
From house slippers
characters
$100,000 cars now how you gon laugh at us
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Juicy J)
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck,
Drag him to my fuckin set,
Take
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Yeah, there you have it, nigga
Memphis Tenn (Turn down for what?)
Yo Gotti, Juicy J, Drumma Boy, DJ Drama (Turn down
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
pimpin'
Tearin' up them clubs with that syrup syrup sippin'
Club full of drugs on the curb just kickin'
Juicy J a jiggalo with 85 women
Ridin' in
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
winning the oscar only some would last due to pressure
And be the last man standing
Dj paul and juicy j, the (last 2 walk)
Smoke it up, what you do,
it's my last day
Fuck like it's my last day (yes sir)
Fuck boys wanna blast me (Juicy J)
This might be your last day (Joe Budden let's get it)
But it
before Whitney
Roll thru the hood as I'm bumpin Yung Simmie
Feel like Juicy J cuz I'm gone need the Jimmy
I'm from New York I got homies in Philly
You
hating safe sex
Just couldn't do it, the cutest proved to be brutest
My living room is a nudisty colony I recruited
I do it for, Luda, for Juicy
I know, I know you watchin'
Silly bitch, stop tellin' 'em lies, hoes, stop spreadin' them rumors
Juicy J, self made skinny nigga, pockets on Yokozuna
(Juicy J)
At the Dub we gettin buck
Comin like a lightning struck
Cockin back the chrome at the ??
Bitches say I'm fakin it
Players playa hatin it
girl
(Creepy girl) , no Juicy J
She's a very trippy girl (Trippy girl) , ayy
These rubber bands gon' make her dance
(Gon' make her dance) , ayy
This
Feel like Juicy J when she Slobbin On My Knob Yup
Lots of different tops this time her hair in bob Yup
She said do you like it “I said baby Oh my god”
I hated my fuckin' father for that bottle and the liquor that he swallowed
Wanted his love to lead but the E&J never followed
Broke the addiction,
bunz, bunz bunz (sh-she got)
bunz, bunz bunz (said she got...)
I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie)
so if you got some and I see you walk by (by)
I'm
she can’t fit in
Roll a juicy j, she be dancin till mornin
Bands all on her face, she the head of her money
O por O por
Stacking to the ceiling
knows they not on they toes
All these niggas on stand by
I don't keep no gang close
I know they a end me if I let em get close
Me and Juicy J we addicted
dawn and rolls royce wreath
I feel like juicy j
Cause them band can make em dance
Like an egg I’m gettin' laid
Fucked her then I made the bed
Cripple in
ayy)
I'm like Juicy J, tell them hoes get out the way
I'ma star, I need my space, you get put right in your place
Bitch, I came up out the jungle, but I
million dollar signs
Tryna do it big as Wiz, Chevy, Juicy J and Ty
Putting in our time cause you know this shit's for real
And you never woulda heard
this chick
Bitch was beautiful
Para trooping (pair of drooping) boobies
Air ballooning booty
Needs some spooning like a Super Bowl.
I’ll be Raj J, you be
dawg I ain’t getting crossed, nah
Nigga mane stop playing with me
Word To Juicy J , Mane Stay Trippy
Nigga taught me never love a thot keep hands clean
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